A Guide to Raising a Blackened Boss

Chapter 178 The Genius Who Was Dig Out of His Spiritual Roots (32)

"What do you think about all day long? The accompanying spiritual weapon can indeed greatly increase your strength, but it is also based on your advanced cultivation base."

"If you just want to daydream, I'll let you get out of here."

Lou Zhuang looked serious, Wei Ziyu knew something was wrong, hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Lou Zhuang's forearm, shook it a few times, and dragged his tone coquettishly.

"Master, Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that. I only need it to fit me. There are no other requirements. Is that okay?"

Lou Zhuang was barely satisfied, and a teleport took Wei Ziyu to the fifth floor.

This level is full of high-grade or top-grade spiritual weapons, which are worthy of Wei Ziyu's status as the son of luck.

Wei Ziyu barely stabilized his figure, and a force came from his back, pushing him staggering.

A dark blue vortex appeared in front of him, Wei Ziyu touched the edge of the vortex with one hand, and the vortex directly sucked him into it.

Lou Zhuang sat down where she was, and with a wave of her sleeves, there was a table and a set of teapots and cups in front of her.

With a snap of his fingers, the spiritual water in the teapot boiled, white mist gurgled above, and the fragrance of tea overflowed.

Lou Zhuang poured herself a cup, drooping her eyes lightly.

She had no way of knowing what was going on inside the whirlpool, and could only wait for Wei Ziyu to come out.

Wei Ziyu was sucked into the vortex, surrounded by a silver-blue mist that seemed to have fine shimmers.

Facing him, there is a bronze mirror as tall as a man, and Wei Ziyu's figure is reflected in the bronze mirror.

Wei Ziyu frowned lightly, after hesitating, he stepped forward.

The white fingertips lightly tap the copper mirror, like a drop of water, the bronze mirror has changed——

The boy in shabby clothes carried a bundle of firewood taller than others on his shoulders, and walked on the mountain path with difficulty.

Behind the boy were a few people in brocade clothes, they pointed at the boy and laughed at him from time to time.

If the boy walked too slowly, the leader would raise his whip and slap him heavily on his legs.

The skin and flesh were ripped apart, and the poor-quality cloth and flesh were stuck together, causing severe pain when walking.

The boy's eye circles were red, and tears rolled in his eyes, but he stopped abruptly because of the urging and scolding behind him, and carried the firewood with difficulty to move forward.

Wei Ziyu stood in front of the bronze mirror, watching the scene expressionlessly.

Scenes flashed, and finally the boy was pushed to the ground by the leader.

The leader stepped on the boy and grinded him hard.

He laughed like a devil, raised the whip in his hand, and landed on the boy with spiritual power.

The boy hadn't awakened his spiritual roots yet, he was just an ordinary person, but because he couldn't break free and couldn't resist, he was whipped and punished as if resigned to his fate.

After the punishment, the boy needs to pick up the firewood one by one, tie it with a rope, and carry it up the mountain.

A smiling voice sounded in the ears, and men and women could not be distinguished: "Son, tell me what you saw?"

Wei Ziyu's amber eyes had long been replaced by dark red, and the depths of his eyes were dark and cold.

As we all know, there is a town of spiritual artifacts in the Spiritual Artifact Pavilion of Baize College, named Shangqing Mirror.

The Shangqing mirror can clearly reflect the deepest things in a person's heart, so as to judge his state of mind and whether he is eligible to obtain the spiritual weapon of the Spirit Tool Pavilion.

The picture in the bronze mirror is still changing.

The thin boy was pushed into the ice spring. The people around the spring watched him sink into the bottom of the spring with cold eyes, but no one stretched out his hand to help him.

The suffocating feeling of falling into the bottom of the spring flooded in like a tide, and Wei Ziyu's breathing became short of breath.

He tilted his head to look at the source of the sound, his eyes bursting with astonishing killing intent.

　Uh, I feel sorry for Ayu, I hugged the bear Q^Q
　　
　
(End of this chapter)